Another low blow…

…since when has the favor of carrying boxes a measure of one’s valuation or accommodation of family?

Yes, I am speaking in riddles again.  It’s just that I am left flabbergasted with an SMS message that came our way.

If only the favor was even personally asked; then, our side would have been heard man lang.  But no, there was no asking; yet, immediately, hurtful judgment was hurled, taking none of the track record of how much we have honored family nor even a tinge of benefit of doubt as to our reasons why we cannot physically do a favor that time!

Family value/accommodation?! Goodness, our lives revolve around family — errands, presence, keeping their legacy — to the point of being constantly apart, drafting many documents, and sharing the littlest time we can be together.  No, hindi ako nagbibilang; just pushed to the wall to at least state the obvious because it is very, very rude to have our values equated to those blasted boxes! And just to emphasize our values and to keep peace, I left some of the scheduled stuff I should have brought back to Manila so Kris can accommodate pa rin.

Sometimes, I wish they could at least reflect on their actions and words…and remember, respect begets respect.

I know they hate me; but, that fact won’t stop me…

XOXO